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i was a plain jane.

here. and there. with stops somewhere in-between. spaces as always. voiced by songs found in commercials and snippets of lyrics taken out of context, twisted and reshaped. with cover songs killing time and killing hope. with parenthesis unheard but printed on the page never looked at. sometimes that’s all that’s need. with it all falling into that feeling that comes.

if the lights draw you in

it’s the ups and downs that never seem to end. sometimes it’s quicker than others but all still keeps going. so it’s soldiering on, shoulder to the wheel and other expressions of the same sort. because it never comes the way you expect it too.

carrying on and on because that’s the only way to do it. it’s music for the uplift. even when it’s a sad sad song.

it’s letting people in. knowing all that can bring. the good. the bad. the painful. the wonderful. it’s being open to what ever might happen. where ever you might find it.

because that’s the only way to.

they like brains but we like blondes.

this is clear cut.

there are those albums you come back to all the time. when I first got it Libertine staid on my turntable for a least a month. Getting played everyday. As well as being put onto both sides of a tape that may have well been glued into my walkman. And it still comes back again and again. There isn’t any time or feeling attached to it either. It’s just good and borderline perfect. Other albums and songs have very specific activities or events or memories attached to them which all come back when played. But this doesn’t. It just is. It’s a big time impact for a small album that I’m not really sure how many people got to hear or appreciate. But it’s out there. So you should.

let my urning shine

and here it is again. with pain and venom and sadness. there’s nothing in the spaces here. nothing between the lines. it is what it is. nothing more. nothing less. take it at face value. trying for no hidden means. other than those few that are always there. never quiet as simple as you think it is. summed up and forgotten. with songs from a yesterday five years ago. precisely un-timely in the most perfect way. under clear cold skies, the night time walks down empty streets. with lights at home kept dim. because it’s still 3am eternal. now and forever. the dim time that brings it all. being 12 hours off the world. steamed milk and calming down at 8am. those days spent as nights. night for day being the perfect time. with song fragments no one will get. with quotes that always sound grime. memories that pierce. a sad smile and a happy tear. it’s moving forward with a rage. putting it all on the line again. and again if needed. screaming along to the songs that need to be screamed to.

ghosts in the hardware

it’s a night for dark songs to go with the grey. for drives in dark dark settings. to be far from the edge and right in the middle of nothing. lost in the beats and the minutia. with edits and re-writes. deletes and pauses. no kicks just a gentle embrace of it. keeping it in the spaces.

i’m in love… with that song.

do you know? know the songs. where they should go. the order they come down in. how they circle back to the top. do you know the lines to take. the ones to ignore. the space and the pause.

night

this would have been a night for a drive. with the city glowing grey. to a place were the lights reflect off the water. time to think. on this and that. in the cold and wet and dark.

rain on the window

and we’ll jump to the middle. maybe we’ll circle back or maybe we won’t. but here there’s hope. fear. yearning. questions that need to be asked. questions that want to be asked. to early and to late and somewhere in-between. here at the beginning of the middle. but not really.

everything that happens from now on…

it’s overwhelming. it’s 0 to 60 in no time flat. it’s constantly moving forward. hoping there’s no trip. no stumble. it’s the only way it can be. fill it all in and take the pause later. because when it comes the pause is always longer then you think. and it all works out. even when you think it won’t. and there’s a reason. and a cause. and a result. and never as bad as the late nights imagine it could be.

there was a turn at some point. from one to the other. and I don’t remember when that was. but it was for the best. even if it’s hard to keep up sometimes. but it’s the only option.

swimming through the mud…

And the sadness wells up at the strangest of times. Over taking when you least expect it of course. Not like the anger. That you see coming. Feel building. You can deal with it how you like. The sadness doesn’t give you a choice. It just forces it’s way in when it feels like it. Not that any of it changes. Not that this is anything new. Or unique. It is as it is. And it will be. And has been. And for me right now. These aren’t linked. These are separate. Maybe you can see which is what and where. Maybe you can’t. But it doesn’t really matter. It’s all universalities. One of many. One of few. So it’s burrowing down into it. Covering in the familiar and the new. As long as it’s moving forward.